I Escaped The Thunder, And Fell Into

He--the Country Parson--is Not Witty Or Learned Or Eloquent, But Holy.

When My House Burnes, It's Not Good Playing At Chesse.

God Strikes Not With Both Hands, For To The Sea He Made Heavens, And To Rivers Foords.

You Must Lose A Fly To Catch A Trout.

Every One Fastens Where There Is Gaine.